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“Let me help.” Brioni moves to the far end, ready to bend down.

“You just watch,” I tell her.

My brothers give me so much shit about strength training. I lift weights too, but they’re always overworking their glamor muscles. They’re all style over substance.

Brioni and I are runners. I joined cross-country because she joined cross-country, and I’ve kept up with it ever since. I don’t do it for the runner’s high, because that’s a fucking myth. I run to continuously push myself. Farther. Faster. Stronger. And not in a superficial way.

Knees bent, I grab each side of the table apron and stand up, swinging the large slab of wood into the air. I hear Brioni gasp again as I flip the table upright. With all of my strength and steady control, I lower the heavy table gently onto its feet.

When I turn to her, my fiancée’s eyes are gleaming again. It’s admiration this time, reverence for my strength. I cross the distance between us in three strides, then grab her by the waist and lift her into the air. She laughs in surprise. Clutching my forearms, she stares at me with amazement.

I set her down lightly on the edge of the table, then crash my mouth onto hers. I taste the vanilla sugar of her ChapStick, as sweet and pure as she is. Weaving my fingers through her hair, I cradle the back of her head so I can kiss her as hard as I want. And I want hard.

I plunge my tongue deep into her mouth. When she gasps, she gives my tongue an accidental little suck. The sensation of it drives me wild. I move even closer, and Brioni spreads her knees for me to stand between them. Pressing my torso against hers, I kiss her so hard that I start bending her backward. She gives another gasping suck on my tongue, and I splay my hand between her shoulder blades, supporting her as I push her down to the table.

With my body pressed on top of hers, I feel the swell of her breasts against my chest. I lift up just enough to slide my hands between us, and then I’m cupping her breasts, squeezing and kneading them through her dress and thin bra. A shiver runs through her, and it makes her hips shift against mine. She reacts to the feel of my hard cock with another gasp, this time breaking our kiss for a lungful of air.

We’re both panting hard. My cock strains against my pants with my need for her, but it’s not a need I can indulge. Not yet. Squeezing her breasts again, I force myself to straighten up, to pull my chest away from hers. She tries to sit up with me, but I hold her in place. My pressure firm, I glide my hands down her body.

She looks up at me with that gleam in her eye as my hands reach her hips. I yank her to the very edge of the table, then I push up her skirt. Her panties are pink and lacy, and when I see the dark spot of her wetness, I groan in satisfaction. The evidence of how badly she wants me makes precum bead on my cock.

As I slide my grip up her thighs, she lifts her hips for me to take off her panties. Wanting me so fucking bad. I slide the pink lace down her legs, but I don’t let them drop to the floor. With her panties bunched in my fist, I want to drown in the sight before me. So fucking perfect.

When she sees the intensity of my gaze, Brioni tries to close her knees like she’s embarrassed. I clamp my hand to her inner thigh, growling low about how beautiful she is. With her spread bare for me like this, I can absorb every detail of her gorgeous pussy.

Her small thatch of hair is two shades darker blonde than the hair on her head. Just like I’d always imagined. She’s got it trimmed neat, and her pussy lips are smooth. She starts squirming as my lust-fogged brain turns over this sexy new information. I hold her still. She wasn’t like this when I cupped her mound after our engagement party, I’m almost certain of it. I clench her panties even tighter with the realization.

She did this for me.

Because she knows she’s mine.

I lower myself to my knees in front of her. Hooking her thighs over my shoulders, I close my eyes to inhale the deep scent of her. Somewhere above me, she whispers my name, but I’m already lost.

Leaning forward, I scrape my five o’clock shadow along the tender skin of her inner thigh. I picture my stubble as tiny needles, scratching the creamy softness of her skin, leaving a thousand tiny red marks. Each one declaring that she belongs to me.

As I keep scraping forward, Brioni whimpers. And when my mouth finally reaches her pussy, she moans. The taste of her wetness, of her desire for me, makes my eyes roll back in my head.

Then I feast on what’s mine.

My cock throbs as I shove my tongue into her pussy. Brioni arches her back, and I pull her thighs wider apart so I can plunge even deeper. Mine. I lick her G-spot with firm pressure, stroke after stroke as her moans turn to screams. When I swirl my tongue inside her, she screams my name so loud it echoes off the marble floor. I feel her pussy muscles clench, then spasm, her entire body shuddering as I tonguefuck her through her orgasm. The gush of her juices tastes heady and sweet. Intoxicating.

“Liam…” she whispers as she’s done.

But if she thinks I’m done, she’s wrong.

I flatten my tongue to lick up her slit, spreading her wetness along her folds. She gives me that perfect little gasp of hers the moment before I reach her clit. Anticipation. I pull away to savor the tantalizing view again, her lips glistening more than ever.

I wait until she pants my name, then I flick her clit with my tongue as a reward. Another moan of my name, another flick. Then another and another, until I’m lapping at her sensitive bud and she’s saying my name with every ragged breath.

With my hand clamped to her inner thigh, I slide my grip closer to her pussy. I stroke her slick folds with my thumb, teasing her entrance as I lap at her clit. When I dip my thumb into her, she arches her back high off the table, thrusting herself forward like she’s trying to get me deeper. I oblige.

Stroking the ripples of her G-spot, I work my thumb inside her as my tongue works her clit. The combination makes her scream my name again, and her already tight pussy tightens even more. I love the feel of how she comes. How I make her come.

I’m throbbing so painfully I want to burst free from my pants. I want the feel of her pussy clenching around my cock, not just around my tongue and my thumb. But I control myself. It’s the skill of any great leader. Control yourself, control your people.

Or in Brioni’s case, I make her lose control.

I lap up every drop of her wetness and come, then I push myself to my feet. Bending my body over hers, I kiss her firmly on the mouth. I make sure she tastes how good I make her feel. She welcomes me readily, her lips parted for me to claim her mouth. So I do.